We soon realised, though, that at everyone stall there was at least one Jesus-related item. Jesus on a plate, Jesus on a cross, Jesus on a cross on a necklace, a small Jesus book (that wasn't a bible!), a portrait of Jesus, and so on and so forth. This lead to us randomly shouting "JESUS!" every few seconds and me saying something along the lines of "I really wanna find something nice for - Jesus?", when really I meant Amy...
Some of the best items we found were:
- An old fold up school desk and chair.
- Various bird baths
- Axes and other weapons
- Ivory and bone jewellery, etc
- A little porn picture book thing (Hilarious!)
- A real dead fox fur scarf
Hannah modelling the fox scarf. Fabulous, but oh the controversy!! |
Anyway, after all that excitement we sat and had a nice beer in the sun and had a good old catch up, discussing everything and anything and commenting about the strange but intriguing people we saw wandering around the market. I'm pretty sure I got a little sunburnt though, or at least "caught some sun" as they say!
Next, we took a trip to Géant for some retail therapy and stopped to go to many weird French shops - why can't they at least invest in a Primark :/ Still after many fails, we eventually made it to H&M and I got myself a nice, floaty, flowery top :) Win! It has to be said though, France does love its autumn/old people colours - beige, cream, beige, navy, beige, sometimes red or green, beige, brown, black, BEIGE :@ For a fashionable country, Poitiers really isn't. It's like those équipe books we got in school where everyone was dressed in bad jumpers and jeans. They seem to think rainbow jumpers qualifies as colours. Noooooo it doesn't :| .
We hit Casino so I could get some groceries, i.e. left with milk, cereal, biscuits and PORRIDGE! Not Scots, but Quakers porridge, but it still tastes great :D But the self service kept telling me to "Place your basket (it meant bag) correctly", which was only slightly more annoying that "There is an unexpected item in the bagging area!". Still, after shouting at it, I managed to successfully buy my shopping.
We then decided on a spur of the moment bowling trip, which was HILARIOUS. We both needed some cheering up and this was just the thing. I managed to get a strike on my first go and another 2 or 3 shots after, but after that I just gutter balling it. Fail. Though we were doing celebratory jumps off the wee step, but this resulted in us looking rather... "Special". Here is what I mean:
Not sure what happened here... |
A la prochaine!!! x
P.S. Here are some more of our wonderful jumping shots:
Lol!!!!!! |
My arms are transparent?! I have NO idea how this happened or why I look like this.... |
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